Into The Night

Time can be used for good or for bad... With this thought you step into the night. 'Cherry Blossoms, ' Fabrizio Frosini Everyday is a balancing act, as we bend this way and then that way, trying to dodge the random messages hurled at us. Oh, how often I have fallen, and the hard knocks hitting the ground convince me I need an insulating music. Not what pours out of contending radios. I have turned away from that obvious music, preferring silence to its false tones. But now, as time doles out our shares of duration, I grow impatient for stronger melodies, sharper harmonies, fiercer rhythms. Shall I step into the night, and search for an answering music to the hum playing inside me? Raise my eyes to the stars, looking for that fabled harmony of perfectly shaped spheres? Or wander through a forest park, hoping to come upon a festival of nocturnal players? Or just sit in some comfortable nook, and doze and dream until the music finds me, teases me with its tardy arrival? How many nights will I expend before the necessary music echoes sounds already circling within? When I cross paths with that sole musician, I will greet her with a promise, 'I am listening to you: Play on.' The rest, as Hamlet grasped, is silence....